• A Single Dead, Red Rose

    Why do I still have it,
    this dead, red rose,
    that I was given,
    once long ago?

    Perhaps you can help me,
    solve this mystery,
    by hearing the tale,
    of this rose’s history.

    It was given as a gift,
    from a young woman, see?
    She was one of the few,
    who could tolerate me.

    We were together,
    For a short time.
    I had her hand,
    And she had mine.

    Care for the other?
    Of course that was there,
    but love was nonexistent,
    in our little pair.

    She said she wasn’t sure,
    if I owned her heart.
    I said until she was,
    I’d rather be apart.

    The two of us split,
    going our separate ways,
    and we were okay,
    for a couple days.

    Bad blood manifested,
    and grew between us.
    Pockets of care,
    became filled with disgust.

    I suppose both sides,
    did things they regret,
    but the past can’t be changed,
    once it has been set.

    Why do I still have it,
    this dead, red rose,
    just like that friendship,
    once long ago?

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    A.K.A. Aaron-Leon on Deviant Art